Chapter 5: Chapter 1 Part 2: The World Of The Magi
The next day…
Shirou was getting off at an airport in London while the people surrounded him, some boarding and others overflowing, and to say that he was not nervous would be silly. Although the two had flown in the same plane, he separated from his father within it so that no one would suspect their relationship. He had gotten off the plane on his own and was now in a country he did not know, and he was going to a place full of people who could kill him if they found out about his relationship with Kiritsugu. Also, his only ally hung from his waist, protected in his sheath.
The boy, who had big dark circles, was grateful that his father had managed to engrave a small spell on the sheath of his sword; this created a simple suggestion that made any normal person not give importance to the katana.
The apprentice magus exited the airport and saw a man holding a sign with his name on it. And, for the first time since he started receiving those spartan English lessons given by Taiga, the redhead really appreciated them.
"Hello..."
"Muramasa Shirou?" asked the man in front of the taxi.
"Yes, I am." The apprentice magus said as he showed his passport ID.
The man nodded. "Okay, let's put your luggage in the vehicle's suitcase first. After you do, I will take you to where I have been directed."
"Thank you."
The boy stored his luggage with the help of the driver. And then he got into the car and let the conductor drive him to his destination, and so, took him through London to the address he had given him.
Fuyuki was a great city, so much so that it was divided into two parts; however, it was nothing compared to the UK capital; the city was so big that Shirou was afraid of getting lost. If his studies were limited to just one part of the city, he wouldn't be concerned; but, as each department has its own facilities scattered throughout London, the apprentice magus would have no choice but to learn how to move within the capital.
The driver dropped him off a block from where the "door" he will use to enter 'reality' should be, where the Clock Tower Creation Department's facilities are located.
The redhead entered the space where the facilities were located, and he was surprised to see them.
When Kiritsugu had said that: all the students within the Creation Faculty are artists in some sense. He really wasn't kidding.
If the apprentice blacksmith had to describe the facility in just one word, it would be: extravagant. The buildings were anything but typical. Statues, or rather golems, adorned the streets. The lights of lamps glowed in different colors and intermittently.
This is incredible...
Shirou thought excitedly, but he didn't show it. Kiritsugu had warned him: don't reveal your thoughts to magi, or they will take advantage of them. He was a terrible liar, but thanks to his father and Senji, he had managed to control his emotions, at least to some extent.
Shirou entered the building that seemed to be his bedroom. The quirky building confused him a bit. Luckily, after a few twists and turns, he managed to find his room.
"Please, let this be the room," the boy pleaded before inserting his key and turning the knob; luckily for him, the key went in smoothly, the door opened, and he was able to enter.
"Ugh...for a moment, I thought I'd have to ask for help or something. That might be bad since I don't know anyone." Shirou entered his bedroom. He noted that it was just a normal room, and inside it, there were some furniture, a wardrobe, and a bed. "What do you think, grandfather?"
"It's good enough. Now, come on, start setting up the spell, just like I taught you..."
Shirou nodded. He took out four small metal sheets that were stored in his luggage and placed them in the four corners of the room, then took some steel powder and proceeded to create a magic circle, as his teacher indicated.
"Ready…"
"Okay, now put me in the center," said his ancestor, and Shirou did what was asked and stuck the katana in the center of the circle. "Now light it up with your od."
Shirou nodded and turned on his magic circuits. His od went to the katana and, from this, went to the magic circle, "Creation of territory: the Muramasa workshop."
As he said these words, the whole room began to change. The circle was burned into the floor, and when the "remodel" was over, the room became a cross between the room in the bedroom and the workshop at his home in Japan.
This was the only territory manipulation magecraft his grandfather was capable of using, the visualization that his workshop would always be with him.
"Well, it seems that it worked perfectly."
Muramasa would have nodded if he could. "It was our only option. A blacksmith is nothing without his forge."
Shirou nodded.
"By the way, kiddo..."
"What?"
"Do you think it was okay?" Senji wasn't someone to show his concern, but that didn't mean he wasn't worried about his descendant.
"Hmm? What do you mean?" asked the confused redhead.
"You didn't tell Kiritsugu about your dreams, and you said you would."
The apprentice magus looked somewhat regretful. "I had planned to do it; however, I realized that he already has a lot to worry about, and I don't want to put more weight on him..."
"I can understand that, but you must understand this, kiddo: The dreams of magi are much more than what you can see with the naked eye. Those nightmares that plague you lately maybe reveal more than you imagine..."
Shirou gulped. "Do you think it could be something dangerous?"
"Normally, I would tell you that it is unlikely; but, considering the content of the dream, I am almost certain it does."
"In that case, I'll be careful."
"For your sake, I hope so."
The redhead nodded. "Do you want us to start forging?"
Senji replied happily, "I am glad that you are excited. But after a long journey, the best thing you can do is rest. You must be able to stay focused when you have to forge."
"I understand, and, in that case, I will go to sleep. Good night grandpa."
"Sleep well, kiddo."
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